left unprayed Hand on my shoulder Gentle cloud on the hill May your heart's doors be open Forever and ever, may your glass, it be filled Like a wheel
for sure No matter what may occur in life, everyday with her is like A plus, I'ma love her 'til she be like that's enough Pop a bottle get a couple wine glasses, fill
that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass [Chorus] [Eminem] ?there are enough insults in my head to fill
kill Vicious lies you propagate your swill Of you're whole kind I've had my fill I don't need your sympathy Why do you think your better than me? Idleness
so hard for me to resist? I know it's better to be feared than it is to be loved And if your thoughts are your fists Than your actions are gloves I ain
as yall dont think freedom Is free to be dumb [VERSE 2] Its suicidal to think im your american idol Hypnotic trapped in a 3000 mile box Chicks bobby sox today be
your brother Let the disappointments pass let the laughter fill your glass Let your illusions last until they shatter Whatever you might hope to find Among the thoughts that crowd your
soul bring some comfort to us all, O mother mary come and carry us in your embrace, That our sorrows may be faced, Mary fill the glass to overflowing
glass window It's never too late to change your mind Looking through a stained glass window Come for the one who pays the most You don't get thanks for loyalty Once your
shore With your torches and your flashlights Be careful in the boats Turn north at rabbit island And up past green fields bay May the night be calm and
much On things you leave behind Well I may be gone But it won't be long I will be a bringin' back the melodies And rhythm that I find We all got holes to fill
and deal me in / Before I am a has-been / Raise up your glass / Throw another back / Let's drink to me / 'cause I am the king of would be / I work my
em, they may be hard of hearing So keep yellin' at the top of your lungs Now, everybody's got guns they wanna be hard rocks And not be a fool that buys
heard underneath Rae's conversation) [Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid, dress down, could never be Son Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one May I be
me sailin's over, me boys, It's harbor time for me. I know you call us Salt and Pepper, For an old salt I may be, But though she may be pepper to you
too much On the things you leave behind I may be gone but I won't be long I'll be bringing back the melody And all the rhythms that I find We all got holes to fill
long played even though you may not be so why dont you relax? lean back and enjoy urself until the coroner comes... oop my penis is comin out there must be
much On things you leave behind I may be gone But it won't be long I will be a-bringin' back the melody And the rhythm that I find We all got holes to fill